im only 15 <br />im still a teen <br /> <br />i dont no any more <br />my heart i use to pour <br /> <br />i have a sickening feeling in side of me <br />for this hurting noone can see <br /> <br />maybe love isn't real <br />or the way i use to feel <br /> <br />im tired of looking everywhere <br />my heart has a huge tear <br /> <br />u dont just give up on it <br />but it just might fit <br /> <br />maybe love isnt true at all <br />or the way i use to fall <br /> <br />maybe all of it isn't true <br />some one tell me what to do <br /> <br />i dont no any more <br />my heart is way to soar <br /> <br />all that warmth and freedom <br />i thought i had with him <br /> <br />just the way i use to feel <br />maybe love isn't real<br /><br />angel of passion 016<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maybe-love-isnt-real/
